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MANCHESTER, N. H.: 
Frank H. Challis, Printer. 

1889. 



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COPYRIGHT, 188S, BV REBECCA W. MADISON. 



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A man woos, the act he rues, 

Because rejeced declining> 

In sad repining, his heait 
'He pens some verses 
On earthly vanity ; 
The editor curses 

ThC StS^ >*d the waste-basket. 
A maiden mopes o'er blighted hopes, 
A "Vertrue love wasted 
Her heart is breaking, to ease in 

A sigh she utters 
And writes a sonnet ; 
The editor mutters 

'• Pla ff-sit into the waste-basket. 



Poets groan Q . e . 

Doomed to „??• tneir °wn, 

F »on, yfor ' thewastebaske; 

r " 'his effusion •■a™ 6 "" ? 
£°ses gainst me 

bo may , t be, 

I bow to Fatf» • 
And these ^^,3^^. 

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Encircling the J^^mbrance is brought, 

Land where «^~^ve^through ; 
Land that we all have t hgav carg) 

Tn whom are centred nope, J ' le to do, 

Each in soft linen ; an a t est rest 

Vet finding the deepes and ^^ ^ 
Pillowed in love on 






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En&Jber dear Bab , "' ° f ^e. 

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He lures ^V thde ad\y. 

Hes^ 65 * in ontbeeavtb ir th, 

Tbere U a ^?£ure. ^ n f care. 
For joy and P^ ^ Ti 

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Tj ^e moves or, . 

Ta * e ^ thy T sr efui »2 ow - 

H,n > who f 0r ,? cher and th!' ~ 

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present", present p ^ ^ knowri) 

Wu l fail that batwe owe 

We bave been loved. . 

™ Escape from many ^ ^ duC 
Wc have been lo j, s to _ mo rrow. 
Great bopes to loved) 

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We dream of the fm ur " g W h he ^-cheerW mirth- 
O^ hearts are uwro u Sfed W n kn0 ^- not its <*£, ' 

Of good we'll accomSSsh ' f J" VIS1 ° nS are fair 
F°r bright in our vomh a « th^? 118 WC ShaI1 b, «s, 
The enticings of sin feelin. l rri h ° PCS of Access. 
The future to us is enSS^ 10 wit hstand, 
But oft in the silence a Inn " ^ ^ rand - 

^ZZ^^^or both glory Md 

And b^ishin,; from us Jl ^ 5 ° me K°0"-bye ; g ' 
To our klnrt Father's^ wj^t .f'^' 

e rne future confide. 



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Lounging 'round the corners, 
We see young men at night, 

Smoking, chewing, swearing, 
With intense delight. 

Staring at the passers 
Many a precious hour, 

Watching for some frail one 
Whom they may devour. 

Gay and .giddy maidens 
With bold and jaunty air, 

Walk the streets at evening 
Fall in many a snare. 

Are these the hope and promise 
Of our boasted race ? 

If so, God save our future 
From ruin and disgrace. 



O shame I that in New Enrfand 

whr t h o^c dmaids -^ d 

Are LI ,- at Can enn oble 
Are so obstinately blind. 

Omen; if one iota 

ut your manhood vn» ^ i , 
Leave off Ioungin^V OUn d ^ Ieft ' 

Ere of all yofafe CefV C ° rnerS ' 

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Old Winter wrestles hard with Death ; 
He soon must lose both power and breath. 
Fair Spring is coming, rich in charms, 
To fold the earth within her arms. 
The sun grows warm, the days grow long ; 
We soon shall hear the robin's so lg. 

The trees are tapped, the buckets hung, 
The " life-blood " from the maples wrung, 
To drink of which the farmer stops, 
While steadily drip the pearly drops ; 
To gather which, through crusted snow 
The farm-hands with the oxen go. 

The fires are lit, the pans are set, 
The liquid sweel grows sweeter yet ; 
O 'tis delicious eaten slow ! 
Better still dropped on the snow ! 
So fill your saucers to the brim, 
And pack your snow-pans to the rim. 

Let ev'ry heart be light and gay, 
And merrily while the hours away ; 
Though wild and chill may be the night, 
We'll heed it not while fires are bright ; 
We'll fill the air with songs and cheers, 
And homeward hie when dawn appears. 



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Hoping «"» , ve we p'eog • hy future ™ 
" is * U Ltrts' best «''*« 1"* thee «]»-« 

V~m *r»« hopes a^ n n dWS lovmg 



Bless our w hest , mi 

Of our °Lr crlorious sister 



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Jn=f nn §'fnp- j ni ,^ - 1 "ear, 

TnJ Gre the lolden c and cIe *r • 
Just ere davw n SUn sinks h i ' 
And at o y da ^ns her a do ^n, 

Sr med ^° e & roc / s *ns 



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